He pulled the bag off my arm and also threw that across the room. It landed on the floor with a soft “phunf” a foot away from the armchair. I watched it go and then turned back to him. Words escaped me so I just stared. His hands came up to my face, his thumbs running along the tears on my cheeks. “Stop crying,” he demanded. My mouth dropped open. “You can’t just tell me to stop crying,” I informed him.
lolol men smh haha
